lil-kid
Located in Kitashinjuku Yonchome. Although it is named Shinjuku, it is a bit closer to Higashi-Nakano. There are not many tall buildings here, and it feels like the only area without any armed conflict, with a peaceful atmosphere. I decided to head to "Kitchen Sanae" for some katsu curry, but unfortunately, it was closed. However, as I walked a bit further, I remembered this other restaurant that I had been wanting to try, so I went in without hesitation. Even though I entered without hesitation, I found myself hesitating over the menu. They had katsu curry, but it seemed different here. Fried rice, ramen, gyoza, liver and leek stir-fry... However, the presence of curry was hard to forget. Oh, they have curry ramen. I was still indecisive. Hmm. As I pondered, the elderly landlady, who seemed to be eating a meal, urged me to place an order. The fried chicken that caught her eye looked delicious and added to my dilemma. I thought about playing it safe with the half ramen set, but I couldn't completely give up on my desire for curry, so I took a chance and asked for something not on the menu. "Can I have curry ramen with half fried rice?" I made an apologetic face. Negotiation successful. Thank you very much. The sound of the pot being shaken vigorously and the sound of a wide show from the small TV above, the duo of a local Chinese restaurant. First, the fried rice. It had visible chunks of naruto and meat. The base flavor was delicious!! But, it smelled burnt somehow. Not a crispy aroma, but a burnt smell. It seemed to be a problem with pot maintenance, a shame. The homemade pickled turnip served alongside was nice. And then, the curry ramen. A straightforward one with curry roux poured on top, as if to say shut up about the spices. The oil from the curry separated from the soup. This oil covering the surface of the soup prevented it from cooling down, scorching my tongue and palate. The Hokkaido ramen's lard barrier theory. Mixing well to blend in, the flavor doubled. Carrots, onions, and pork were well stewed in the curry roux, making it heartwarming. I reached for the bottle of chili oil to add some kick, but it slipped from my hand as if to reject it. My fingers turned bright red from the chili oil. A common occurrence in restaurants that are not very good at cleaning. Still, I wonder what cold curry ramen would be like. This restaurant is surprisingly bold.